Part 8 (1/2)

She gives me a cold stare. ”Fine.” When she slams her fine a.s.s down on the toilet she falls in. Neither of us thought about putting the seat back down.

”s.h.i.+tf.u.c.kd.a.m.n!” She screams as she flies off the toilet.

Waving a finger in my face she chastises me. ”You didn't put the seat back down.”

I bite back a laugh. She's so angry I don't want her to slap me. ”Sorry, but you didn't look before...”

”I shouldn't have to look!” She's still screaming.

”You're right.” I pull a towel down from the shelf and hand it to her. ”You're dripping.”

”I fell into the toilet,” she seethes. ”I'm soaking wet.”

”At least I flushed...”

She glares at me as she pa.s.ses by me to start the shower. I catch the slightest whiff of her strawberry shampoo. ”I just took a shower before bed. I didn't think I'd need one in the middle of the night.”

”I could join you.” I raise an eyebrow. ”Kill two birds with one stone.” I look down at my very stiff d.i.c.k to emphasize my point.

”Don't even think about it,” she warns as she steps into the shower.

I watch for a few seconds as the water cascades down her incredible body.

”Go to bed,” she yells when she finally notices me observing her.

Guess I'll be jerking off, I mumble to myself as I head back to bed.

Five.

Brooke The warm water feels like heaven as it falls down my back. I try not to think about Leo and his amazing body, but I can't get him out of my head.

He's all I've been thinking about since our date ended. And he kissed me outside of my room. Just one turn of the doork.n.o.b and I could have had him in my bed, but I was trying very hard not to be a big s.l.u.t.

Seeing him just standing there in the middle of the bathroom, naked and oh-so-hard, was more than I can take. I was so distracted by his incredible body I fell into the toilet. Who does that?

I could have opened the shower door a little wider, invited him to join me. It's been a while since I had shower s.e.x. I imagine what it would be like to have Leo naked and wet f.u.c.king me as the water beats down on us.

My body aches. I feel empty, but it's an emptiness I know Leo can fill.

When I shut the water off and dry myself with one of the big fluffy towels I consider my options.

I could go back into my room and get myself off. I've been doing that quite a bit lately. It's adequate, but not completely satisfying.

I could sneak into Leo's room and slip into his bed. I have no doubt that would be utterly satisfying, but it would also make my life a lot more complicated very quickly.

I could go back into my bedroom and go back to sleep. That would be the most rational choice. The safest choice. The choice most in line with my recovery.

But no one ever said I play things safe, or that I make rational decisions. If I did I wouldn't have a criminal record, or a big fat mess of a life.

I stand in the middle of the bathroom and look back and forth between our two doors.

It feels like an hour has gone by, but probably more like thirty seconds, before I say, f.u.c.k it, and head into Leo's room.

As I slide into his bed I'm surprised when he doesn't react. He can't be asleep already, could he?

”Leo?” I whisper.

Still no reaction.

I don't remember him being a heavy sleeper, although admittedly we didn't sleep all that much the night we were together.

”Leo?” I get closer to his ear. ”Are you asleep?”

That's when he starts laughing. ”That took longer than I thought.”

”You a.s.shole!” I slap his arm. ”You knew I was going to sneak into your room?”

”I knew you wouldn't be able to resist once you saw the goods again.”

When he turns over to face me his dark eyes are illuminated in the moonlight that's peeking through the open shade. They're so filled with desire it nearly takes my breath away.

”Was the naked bathroom stunt just a plan to get me into your bed?”

He shakes his head. ”Not at all. But I'm glad it happened.”

”Why are you sleeping here anyway?”

”Stop talking,” he urges as he closes the small distance between us.

Once again our bodies fit together so perfectly. And as cliche as it sounds it's like we were made for each other.

As our lips join I'm completely undone by the hunger of his incredible kisses. He's more delicious than I remember. More delicious than I imagined anyone could be. And soon I want to devour him even more than he seems to want to devour me.

His hands roam every inch of my impossibly aroused body. Every stroke painfully teasing me.

I squirm beneath him as his eager mouth plays with each of my taut nipples.

And when he looks up at me his dark eyes are so steeped with desire it sends a quiver through my already overexcited body.

”I can't wait another second to be inside of you,” he whispers then nibbles on my earlobe.

”Have you got condoms?” I ask.

His eyes go wide. ”I don't have anything. Literally. All of my stuff is still in Raven and Xander's room.”

I'm dying to find out why Raven and Xander's room is no longer his room, but I also don't want to ruin the moment. And I have a feeling the answer to that question is a definite downer.